There is a light

Tempered by thoughts and feelings,
life collected in boxes
these images of the past,
like photographs and memories
gifting us with recognition of yesterday
and the moments faded for years
resurfacing unexpectedly
and knowing it is us.
We are changing as the years pass us
yet we move along in conjunction
just not realizing at the time
till we look back and see the differences,
glances in mirrors at our road mapped weathered lines
on faces and hands that reach out
to stop it if only for just one moment,
to embrace this very second,
hold it in an embrace
before it slips away.
How is it in a split second
here and then gone on days that should be
filled with a quiet contemplation,
but perhaps this is really the sum of the parts,
to hold gently and feel the heartbeat,
share the last moments in tenderness and love
as the tick tock slows to ceasing,
a breath lingers and is gone
and I feel the sense of soul
rising into a better place.
Grave digger plays in my head,
so that I can feel the rain
as it falls I inhale the damp cool air
slipping a silent goodbye to the remains
a light finds me and I know
it’s gonna be okay for life plays itself out
and the lesson comes in the letting go,
of being present and aware
there is always more,
for there is a light
that tells me so.

A new year and a new day, waking to the commotion and tearing into the darkness to stop the dog/cat/rabbit frenzy. There it sat huddling, shaking as I carefully lifted its quivering body. Gathering it in a towel, I carried it inside. I stroked its velvet fur softly for an hour as I sipped my coffee. Knowing that it most likely would not make it through, chose to share my time shedding love over it like it would be enough to save it, at heart knowing it would only help to soothe me. Life and its lessons, through beauty and the things we devote ourselves to investing in, the love and kindness we all share, the hope and the letting go at times, visions around us if we just only stop and look in a new awareness, appreciation for the little things and the big things. I could think that this was a horrid start to the new year, but it is one more cog in the workings of this life we live, each day should be celebrated, each life should be honored, and even a small wild thing can slip silently away embraced by hands that are always wanting to save. RIP little friend, shine on little angel.
A four-year anniversary here at WP and feeling blessed to be able to share with you the things I find in my life, good and bad, happy and sad. Peace and blessings and sharing the light that found me, and the bunny who I believe shared it with me when I asked for a sign of more, of light and goodness.


Lost in moments (free flow poetry)

Air heavy hanging
Suffocation of thoughts
as the music plays intermittent,
not sure where the flow is
only knowing
gotta go with the tune
playing his song
softly with inflection like a silent drum beat
cause the day is gone
as are you
tap tap tap goes the tympanii
and I don’t remember when the final concerto played
only that you aren’t here to hear
your heartbeat song
and I make no apologies
for you know me
know how it goes,
this rhythm
the beat in the silent night
we are harmony
the sky and moon
singing to those no longer a part
reasons and purposes,
as the air hangs heavy like a heart
beyond repair of the moment
I scream in the ebb
as silence catches me unaware
drowning in humidity heavy,
of a life remembered
I long to show you
as I sit here
scribbles on a vacant wall
will anyone remember with dawns light
the plight
of a poet in the shadows,
will anyone remember the name
of the girl undone,
I sit here on the post
stoic and strong regardless
as days light passes
I rise
with the head on cotton pillows
comforted in dreams
and the thought of making it through
like hummingbirds and memories
they always rise to the surface
and a memory is just that,
a yesterday moment caught in the rearview,
disregarded as best we can,
slipping down into the horizon that awaits,
knowing it’s gonna be okay,
our sweet being
makes it that way
regardless of our wishes.


We feel the edge of reason
surfacing like boiling pots
waiting to spill over,
forgetting to breathe
we gasp
reaching the surface for peace
and the air to sustain,
deeper we climb into the color of mood
breaking free of darkness
we carry ourselves towards light,
breaking what seems still water
knowing the current so dangerous below,
floating forward
we scan the horizon for hope
found in a passing cloud.
Helplessness is such a strange bird
flying high to teach us
that which we momentarily forget
like lessons in old school books
years after we’ve escaped
the bondage of our cages
as we see through bars that lay non existent
yet for our minds we can almost feel them there
before us, so structured and unyielding
we slip through when least expected
and soaring we catch a glimpse of
a yesterday soul
yet just us a moment ago,
in the realm of time
one slip into the ripple
we shake ourselves dry
and begin once more
to fly.

Thoughts from earlier today when being mentally held hostage by the internet, trying to watch a live feed of my nephews graduation, capturing only the barest snippets, feeling sad, angry and let down….breathing to clear the emotion and accepting what I have no control over….finding myself in a much more calm place, knowing that someone would repost it later (I pray) and that I can feel for but a short space of time, that I am there with those I love and miss on this momentous day. Congratulations Jordan, I am so proud of you and hearing a few words from your two buddies, I know you’re flying high today.